you throw your fists in temper.

direct your hurtful words at me.

you wish I wasn't there,

And I remind you of too much.


I remember the days when

we could stand hand in hand,

without the threats and worries

with out the broken pots and pans. 


But you can't seem to remember and

you blame everything on me.

you hit me and you beat me,

and throw your painful words.




  • Author: Willow_Wander (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2018 06:28
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 13
  • User favorite of this poem: Saima.
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  • Saima

    Families are just a pain in the ass, they're just plain weird to be honest. Don't let them get you down

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